So in 11th grade, I sat in a big ass class room accommodating maybe 50 students because we all learned Spanish together in big groups (I was the last to be assigned to a group since no one wanted me, but that’s not even the brutal part yet), and in midst of class, a group of foids sitting far away from me crafted a paper airplane with something written in it. They made it fly and it hit me; I was shocked, and just as I was about to look in the classroom who the perpetrator was, this Foid group started laughing their asses off while directly mocking me collectively with their mere gaze. After a few seconds, the guy (kurdroach probably) behind me of another group tipped me on the shoulder and said that it was probably directed to him, so I gave him the paper airplane while still being laughed at for a few seconds by the foid group. Ashamed and defeated, I didn’t had the balls anymore to even look in the direction of the foid group while laughing at me. For the rest of class, I stared at my desk. In my tonight’s dream, I could recall every detail of that moment and the further class although it happened years ago.
It’s literally child abuse to send Sub5 beta males in the same class room as normies and foids. Brutal.
It’s literally child abuse to send Sub5 beta males in the same class room as normies and foids. Brutal.
